“The story I heard is that there was an old smuggler who had his cabin up here, buried his treasure and was lost in a storm in the harbor. The treasure is still buried here, ah-ha!”
“O, really?”
“Nonsense, Campbell; you’re making it up. Somebody would have found it long ago.”
“I’m no authority myself, but that is one of the stories that they were telling in camp last night.”
“Come up some day, Mr. Stuart, and we’ll go up there and dig!” said Jo.
“Where is the place?”
“O, just a little way—up Merrymeeting Bay,” sang Lilian. “It’s in the pine grove.”
“Well, I’m a busy man these days, with a lot of lively kids to look after. Save some of the treasure for me.”
“Yes; you may have all we find,” generously offered Hilary.
“Don’t make such a rash offer, Hilary,” said Eloise, “we might really find something. Can’t you stay to supper, Mr. Stuart?”